mabel mae
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he'll never know I wrote about himA Poem by mabel maeI find myself thinking of my muse. what a wonderful friend. |
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5:39 pmA Poem by mabel maeforever ended too soonbut we shall soon paint the skywith my melted crayonsand your broken wings |
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5:28 pmA Poem by mabel maethe old swing creeks in the breezewhat was once filled with lifeforgotten with timehe looks over at mealmost as if he wants to say somethingcry in thi.. |
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10:55 PMA Poem by mabel maemaybe it was you.i was merely dirt in the prescence of your stardust.now i breathe cosmoswhile your tree is forgotten. |
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1:24 amA Poem by mabel maei’m afraid there aren’t enough words to expresspoetry in a world of illiterates |
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8:26 amA Poem by mabel maein the ruinspast all the dusta dancing flameand hands you can trust.may 13th. alive. |
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